We don't get many good snowfalls in Virginia (to answer the question that is apparently the most popular search phrase leading to the Linguini site). Usually we get a spit of snow turning very quickly to ice turning very quickly to a slushy mess. But on rare occasions we are blessed with a good, home-bounding, nest-in-front-of-the-fire kind of snowfall.
This appeals to the survivalist in me since, as one who grew up planning strategies for the upcoming nuclear attack or political upheaval, I've got all my ducks in a row should the power go out. And I have my stash of dried beans. I wait for the power to go out and for that infernal television to be at last silenced in all quadrants of the household.
The very best, though, is just standing in a good, heavy snowfall, looking straight up and letting it make you dizzy. I guess at my age I look like an idiot doing this, but we fortunately live on a dead end road and I won't frighten the neighbors.
There are those who just don't understand.
"Really, Dah-ling. Haven't you subjected me to enough of this...this...what is this? NATURE?! I HAVE NATURE ALL OVER ME!"